GOT: My Secret Lover is sansa-Chapter 119 Margaery Tyrell [R-18]

Alaric reached down, his hands catching her knees and pushing them back toward her shoulders to open her completely. He braced his thick arms, shifting his weight to guide the blunt, heavy head of his shaft against her. But between the generous slick of almond oil and her own wetness, he slipped. The thick head slid upward, rubbing hard and heavy against her clitoris before catching against her inner thigh.

"Mnhnn!" Margaery cried out, her back instantly arching off the white furs. The sudden, searing friction was entirely too much. Her hands flew to his forearms, her manicured nails digging deep into his skin as she gasped for air. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Alaric didn’t rush to fix it. He dropped his weight, pressing his massive chest against her breasts and pinning her securely into the mattress. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips brushing directly over the bruising bite mark he’d left earlier.

"Breathe," he rumbled, the low vibration of his voice grounding her.

Margaery let out a ragged, shaky exhale, trying to settle her racing heart. "I’m trying," she whispered, her voice tight. "It’s just... a lot."

Alaric pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. He reached down, gripping the base of his shaft to steady himself, and pressed directly against her opening. He didn’t push. He just let her feel the sheer, intimidating stretch of him.

"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered.

Margaery obeyed, hooking her slim calves over his thick waist and pulling him closer. The shift in her hips forced him a fraction of an inch inside. She gasped, her eyes going wide at the blistering heat and pressure.

Alaric gripped her hips, his large fingers digging into her soft skin to anchor her. With a low, guttural grunt, he gave a firm, steady shove, sinking halfway into her.

Margaery’s head snapped back. Her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth sinking so hard into her bottom lip that a sharp copper taste flooded her mouth. The oil helped, but the sheer, unforgiving size of him stretched her past her limit. A sharp, burning sting flared as her maidenhead gave way.

Instead of shrinking back, the Tyrell rose showed her thorns. Margaery threw her arms around his thick neck, dragging his head down. She buried her face in his shoulder and bit down hard, her teeth sinking into the corded muscle of his neck, leaving a furious mark of her own to counter the pain.

"Ah... Alaric," she whimpered against his skin.

Alaric stopped completely, holding himself dead still inside her as his muscles locked. He felt the frantic, impossibly tight squeeze of her body accommodating him, the slick glide of the oil fighting against her natural resistance.

"You were right about the oil," Alaric muttered, his voice grinding like stone. He glanced down at where they were joined, seeing a bright streak of crimson mixing with the golden slick on her thighs.

Margaery let out a long, shuddering sigh. The sharp, tearing pain was already beginning to melt into a heavy, thrumming fullness that curled her toes into the furs. She loosened her jaw, relaxing her bite on his shoulder, and looked up at him with dark, glassy eyes.

"I’m a Tyrell," she whispered, her breath hitching, but that stubborn spark returning to her face. "I’m always right. Don’t stop."

Alaric gave a single, sharp nod. His massive arms straightened, his grip on her waist tightening to bruising force. Using his sheer weight, he drove forward, slowly and relentlessly pushing the remaining length of his shaft deep inside her.

"Mmmpphh!" A long, breathless moan spilled from Margaery’s parted lips as he bottomed out.

The depth was staggering. She felt stretched completely full, her stomach muscles quivering as he claimed every inch. She threw her head back, her brown hair tangling in the furs, chest heaving as she absorbed the total weight of him.

He didn’t make her wait any longer. Alaric pulled back, the slick, oiled friction pulling a helpless gasp from her throat, before he drove his hips forward with a heavy, rhythmic thud.

"Ahhh!" Margaery cried out, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls.

Each thrust was deliberate, deep, and heavy. The almond oil made the brutal stretch a smooth, gliding slide. As he established a relentless pace, Alaric leaned his massive frame down. He found one of her oil-slicked breasts, taking the firm peak into his hot mouth, pulling hard as his hips snapped against hers.

Margaery’s fingers tangled desperately in his dark hair, her back arching off the mattress. The memory of the pain vanished, completely swallowed by the crushing, throbbing waves of heat. She moaned helplessly into his ear, her sharp wit finally shattering into ragged, desperate whimpers as he hit her deepest point over and over again.